Last night I had a roast dinner and, as usual, cooked to feed a small army rather than just me. The plus side of this is that all I have to do for the next few days to prepare an evening meal is zap a plate of food in the microwave.
This morning I thought the animals might enjoy a little gravy with their breakfast as a treat.
Holly hoovered her breakfast up at a greater rate of knots than normal and then, when her bowl was licked spotlessly clean, did her best Oliver Twist impression in the hope of more.
Linus must have some Labrador genes somewhere in him. He and Olaf both had about a quarter teaspoon of gravy put in their bowl alongside their normal food. Linus devoured food and gravy in under 20 seconds and then spent a couple of minutes being restrained by me so he didn't go eat all of Olaf's. After he was released he spent a good long while making sure both cat bowls were licked clean and is still occasionally wandering back into the kitchen just in case they have miraculously leapt off the draining board, refilled themselves and ended up back on the floor.
Olaf was confused. I had very specifically kept his food and gravy apart. He went to start the food, spotted the gravy and stopped. Sniffed the gravy, walked round the bowl and sniffed again. After repeating this a few times he ate his food and then very cautiously had a tiny lick of gravy. Sat back and though about it before licking up the rest.
I think they each enjoyed their treat in their own way.
